Yours for Christmas
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At that moment I realized that he was stripped of all clothing. His knee pushed my legs apart and plunged deep inside me. We both screamed out as he rocked my body into a fitful bliss. “I. Love. You.” He pounded through his anger, his frustrations and his desires. “Stay with me, Lizzie. Don’t leave me again, please.” His movement softened, his thrusts slowed. He loved my body with every intention of persuading my heart to stay.
“Stay, for how long, Dean?” His lips tightened and his brows furrowed. He removed himself from me and stood.
He reached into his pant pocket and brought out a black velvet box. “I wanted to give you this on Christmas but seeing how you want to be stubborn, now is as good a time as any.” I sat up eyeing the small box closely. It couldn’t be...
He slipped to one knee and took my hand in his. “I let you go once before, but I knew that once I got through the things that I needed to work out on my own, there would be no question as to where I would end up. You have carried my heart with you all these years, Lizzie. I’ve always been yours and you have always been mine, no doubt about that.” He opened the small box and revealed a princess-cut diamond ring. The light reflected exquisite cut and it gleamed as the sun poured over the brilliant detail. It was beautiful and huge, more than I could’ve ever asked for. “Elizabeth Anne Xavier, I’m asking you to be my wife, be my partner in life and spend the rest of your days by my side. I promise that I will always love you. Will you marry me?”
That moment everything fit into place: the way he rejected me back then, the lost time between us. And even now. I pressed my hands to his face and held his eyes to mine. “Yes. It’s always yes with you, Dean. It’s always been you.”
Rising he placed the ring on my finger and threw the box behind him as he lowered his body back to mine. “Marry me soon because I don’t think I can stand another day without you being my wife.”
“Dean, I’d marry you this minute if we could.”
“Christmas morning then, you will be my gift, the only gift I want from you.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
He parted my legs once more and slowly slid himself in. “Ah…this is home to me.”
Epilogue
“I do.” Dean’s face stretched into a mile long smile as I confirmed the vows we’d just spoken and kissed for the first time as husband and wife.
My father arranged and paid for everything, he gave us a small and private wedding in his home with our closest friends and family. The snow fell outside in a blanket of white, covering the ground for our special day. The house was decked out in Christmas décor with the only exception a banner that lay above us, with “Congrats Dean and Elizabeth.”
We celebrated Christmas with our gifts and celebrated the start of our life together. There was no time to take a honeymoon—Dean’s band was scheduled to be in New Orleans by the end of the next week. Our honeymoon would have to wait. Even though I would travel with them, our time together would be cut short. Dean was in high demand. Everyone else could now see the charm and the complete brilliance of him that I had seen, before he became Dean Swayze, The Crooner.
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